Guardian Ranger (Shadow Agents #2)(11)
Author: Cynthia Eden

“It just means you’re strong,” he said.

Strong? Not many people had called her that before. Cale was the strong one. She was the smart one. At least, those were the tags they’d been given in foster care. But she’d told him enough about herself for now, and he wasn’t trying to break through the ice that shielded her any longer. She swallowed and tried to focus less on death. I don’t want to keep seeing that man’s eyes go blank. “That special agent…Gunner…” The man who’d stayed behind at the scene while Jasper took her home. “How do you two know each other?” She’d been distracted before, hadn’t even really processed that an FBI agent had appeared at her kidnapping scene. Talk about some luck. She’d known that Jasper had connections she could use; she just hadn’t expected to use those connections instantly.

“I do some freelance work for the government.” His answer came easily. His gaze held hers. “Gunner and I have worked together on missions in the past.”

The words held the ring of truth, but then, why would she even think that he’d lie to her? So far, he’d done nothing but save her. “He’ll tell you what he finds out about those men?”

Jasper nodded.

“Why do you think they were shot?” She was exhausted. Her body hurt. But she couldn’t stop talking. The questions she was asking him…part of the reason why she was bringing them up was that she wanted to steer him away from her parents. Her past. That wound was still raw.

“They’re dead because someone wanted to make sure they didn’t talk.”

She thought so, too. “About Cale?”

He didn’t answer. Maybe that was answer enough. Bracing herself, she asked, “Do you think my brother is dead?” Had he been shot like those two men, gunned down with no warning? No time to fight or plead or live?

He took a step away from her. “I absolutely think Cale is alive.”

Finally, she could pull in a deep breath.

“I swear to you, I will find him.”

She believed him. Veronica gave him a brief smile, then turned away. She didn’t want him to see the tears in her eyes. Tears brought on by the memory of her parents, by the violent death she’d witnessed so recently and by the hope that had her heart almost breaking.

* * *

GUNNER WATCHED AS the bodies were loaded into the back of the M.E.’s van. The M.E. had driven over from the county office as quickly as he could. Dr. Lawrence Tome had trembled when he touched the bodies with his gloved hands.

Gravel crunched behind him, but Gunner didn’t turn at the sound. He stared as the van pulled away, his eyes narrowed. The firefighters were still on-scene—volunteers—lingering as they surveyed the area. An arson investigator would be called in, but at the slow rate that things seemed to run in Whiskey Ridge, Gunner wasn’t expecting any instant answers.

“You could have been killed.” The low, angry and distinctly feminine voice was pitched to only reach his ears.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Sydney Sloan cross her arms over her chest, one of her angrier stances. Her short blond hair blew lightly in the breeze, tousling around her face. Her light green gaze wasn’t on him. She was watching the firefighters. Or pretending to watch them.

He knew the full focus of her attention was on him. “The fire started and I had to—”

“I’m not talking about the fire. You ran at the shooter.”

Ah, yes, she would have seen that. Especially since she’d been on surveillance duty.

“You didn’t seek proper cover, Gunner. You didn’t follow protocol, you didn’t—”

“I’m not in the mood for a lecture.” His words held a bite.

She sucked in a tight breath. “With me, you never seem to be in the mood for anything.”

Now, what did she mean by that?

“You were gutted on the last case.”

He winced at that, but yeah, it was the truth. He had the scars to prove it. So many scars.

“Now you’re running headfirst at a killer? With no cover?” Her words held the snap of a whip. “Jasper was on the ground, covering the woman. He didn’t have your back. You didn’t wait for me or anyone else to come and help. You just…attacked.”

Because he wasn’t the kind to sit back and wait.

“If you’ve got some kind of death wish, you could be putting the whole team at risk.”

The team. His team. The Shadow Agents who worked as a unit in the EOD. Sydney was part of his team. As was Jasper and their field leader, Logan Quinn. Jasper figured that Logan would be making an appearance soon, right after he finished his recon work in the area.

This case was big. Very, very big. All-hands-on-deck big. The EOD had sent in their best unit in order to find Cale Lane, and the Shadow Agents weren’t going to stop until they brought the guy down.

Shadow Agents. They’d earned that nickname after their first few missions. No one had even seen them move in for their attack. Move in like shadows. Make no sound. Attack. Leave without a trace. That was the way the team worked. Normally.

This wasn’t a normal situation. This time, they were hunting a killer who’d targeted some of their own. Other EOD agents. They weren’t shadows this time. They were hunters who wanted their prey to be afraid.

“So do you have a death wish?” Sydney pressed, and she turned that deep gaze of hers on him. As always, when he stared in her eyes, he felt as if someone had just punched him in the gut.

Beautiful Sydney Sloan. Untouchable Sydney. Deadly Sydney.

“Worried about me?” He forced a mocking tone into his voice.

“Yes.”

He wouldn’t let his expression change. He’d always had to keep his guard up with her. Off-limits. Sydney wasn’t for him. He knew that.

He didn’t need his brother’s ghost to remind him. But when he looked at her, he could almost hear Slade’s voice. “I know you want her, man. I’ve seen the way you look at her. But she’s mine. She’s going to marry me.”

Only Sydney hadn’t married Gunner’s brother. Because Slade Ortez had died in the jungle, and Gunner had been the man who pulled Sydney away from his body.

Gunner rolled his shoulders and forced his gaze from hers. The sheriff was pacing around the scene, looking furious. He was justified. Someone had just blown up his station. Gunner was surprised he was keeping any level of cool.

Sydney kept staring at him. Waiting. He could see her from the corner of his eye. The woman never gave up. Not on anything.